I tried to even my breathing before responding, "Please tell me already. My heart couldn’t take this pressure anymore. " I admitted it, and it earned me a sweet smile from him. If only I could tell him not to smile like that, because I couldn’t take it anymore.
"I like you. I know that we just met and our first one was a mess, but I’m usually certain about what I feel. " I froze, hearing his words. Thinking that this was a dream is more plausible, except that I shouldn’t be sweating this much from running if this was a dream.
He was just looking at me and waiting for my response, "Did you run after me to confess? " I couldn’t help but ask. He firmly nodded, like a child determined to get the toy he wanted. I know that was a bad analogy, but I can’t stop the curling of my lips.
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